[ Arenvald snorts at the jab, but its an amused sound. As to the rest, his expression sobers somewhat, and he turns his gaze towards Sumo as he ruffles the dog's fur with his hands. ]

People are still people, Hank. Whether they've pointed ears or stand only three feet tall. We have war and hatred just the same as anywhere else, but we have the good things too. Hope. Love. Life.